Tape 407 Page #8

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Trisha, we gotta move, okay?

Okay.

We gotta move.

I know it hurts, Trisha.

Sweetheart,

I know it hurts.

Come on,

just keep going.

I know it hurts.

No, no, no,

don't fall.

We gotta find

the other three.

You're okay.

You're okay.

Jesus.

Come on, sweetheart.

Trisha, how old are you, Trisha?

I'm 15.

Okay, I got a daughter

who's 13.

Come on, baby.

Push through it!

We gotta find them!

Oh, Jesus.

Come on, run.

Faster.

I don't know

what it is.

Faster!

Hey, Trish?

Faster!

Come on!

But it hurts

really bad!

[Rustling, low growling]

Turn that out! Turn it out!

Turn that out!

Turn it out, please!

Calm down. Okay.

I heard it.

Shh!

[Distant gunshot]

Did you hear that?

I heard a gun.

I heard a gun over there.

That's...

Do you think it's Laura?

Yeah, yeah, let's go.

All right,

we gotta keep going.

Come on,

we gotta find them.

- Just keep going.

- You can do it, Trish.

Trish, remember

when we went camping?

Do you remember that?

We gotta...

Trish.

Is that a light?

Is that them?

Let's keep going,

let's go.

- Is that them?

- We gotta go.

[Shushing]

Come on, baby.

You can do it.

- Come on, baby.

- You can do it.

Look at... look up...

look at how pretty.

Look at the stars.

Do you see the Big Dipper?

Do you see it?

- Uh-huh.

- Tell me about it.

Tell me, tell me about

the stars,

like you learned

in school.

You follow... you follow

the handle to the North Star.

Uh-huh.

- Then you can get home.

- Wow, okay.

Slow down, I need

a breather for a second.

Hey, hey,

they're here!

Laura!

- Are you guys okay?

- Are you guys all right?

- What happened to Tom?

- What... what... what happened?

- Tom is, uh...

- He didn't make it.

- We lost him. He's gone.

- Are you serious?

You guys,

we gotta keep moving...

- Are you guys all okay?

- We're on this road.

This road seems to be

fairly okay to go on.

There's actually tire tracks

and footprints,

and they're

pretty fresh.

How's everybody else?

How are they? Trish? Trish?

Is everyone okay

to keep moving?

Yeah, no, we're fine...

She hurt her leg.

What happened

to your leg?

- I just twisted it.

- You just twisted it?

Keep moving, though.

You all right, kid?

Keep your voices down.

Okay, now, guys,

try and keep quiet.

Stay bunched together.

What happened

to your leg?

I got bit.

By what?

By that thing!

- Yeah.

- You got bit?

- Yeah.

- Does it hurt?

Nah, it's not that bad.

- How are you, Charlie?

- I'm fine.

I'm as good as

I'm gonna get.

You guys see that?

Oh, my God,

what is that?

Is that a town?

- There are buildings.

- A building?

Oh, Jesus, hello?

Hello?

That's bizarre.

- Hey!

- I'm going.

I'm gonna...

it looks like a...

What the hell

is this place?

Trish, get back.

This is like

an abandoned Mayberry.

- Trish, don't go in there.

- Jessie, I'm fine.

Careful, sweetie...

Trish, stay

with everyone else.

- Sweetie, keep...

- Hello?

You see anything?

Sweetie.

Trish, Trish, no.

Hello?

Get out.

Get out, get out, get out.

Come on, come on,

let's keep moving.

There's no shelter.

There's no shelter.

There's no shelter.

There's no shelter.

What is...

Look, guys, there's been

no one here in decades.

I don't know about that.

There's fresh tire marks

and footprints.

There must have been someone.

Well, I mean,

living here.

It's no good, guys.

It's no good. It's...

Hello?

- Is anybody here?

- Trish, stop it.

Stop it, get back.

Jess, Jess!

Jess, come on.

- Trish, come on.

- This might work.

Find someplace

with a door.

We need a place with a door.

You're right.

There might

be something in here.

- You guys!

- Guys, guys!

[Crickets chirping]

[Doorknob rattling]

Oh, sh*t, it's jammed.

All right, guys, just try and...

just stay back.

- Good, strong door.

- Be careful!

Come on, come on,

come on, just get in.

Just get in.

I think we're okay.

Everybody get in here.

Come on in.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Hey, it's a phone!

- Oh, baby.

- Please, please...

- Try it, try it.

Hello?

Can someone help me put

something up against the door?

Hey, Charlie...

Someone give me

a hand over here.

[Furniture scraping floor]

Get some chairs.

Get some chairs.

Jimmy, get a chair.

[Groans]

- Here, here, here.

- No, no, no, keep that on.

Keep that on, it's fine.

It's fine.

- It's bleeding, though.

- It's fine.

Looks like a storage barn

or something.

This is weird.

- Well, I think it's...

- Furniture and everything.

- I think it's safe.

- Yeah.

I think it's safe.

Don't you find it a little odd...

...that there's a bunch of random

furniture in this run-down...

Well, yeah,

but if the walls are sturdy,

we've got windows

to look out of,

it's the safest building

we're going to find, I think.

I think we need to stay here.

The least odd thing I've seen

in a long time.

Yeah.

Oh, there's another

room over here.

What's through there?

This phone,

is there a jack?

Trish checked

it already.

What is this?

A radio!

Ancient radio.

It's, like, from World War I.

Anybody?

Hello?

I don't know how

to work radios... I don't know.

- Anyone?

- This is, uh...

Hello?

[Knobs clicking]

Can you hear me?

[Knobs clicking]

I have no idea.

Does it say "power"

or anything?

This thing's been

here for decades.

Hold on.

Hey, Charlie, help me with this.

All right.

- Get that door?

- Yeah.

[Wood scraping]

- I think we're good here.

- Yeah, I think so.

I think we just need to, uh,

just rest a little bit.

I don't know about you guys,

but I am exhausted.

I can't breathe,

I can't see.

Yeah... but at least

we're alive, right?

Yeah.

Yes, we are.

Jimmy?

You all right?

Hey, are you all right?

Why don't you sit...

[Distorted signal on radio]

- Is that the radio?

- Mayday, mayday!

[Garbled]

We're under attack!

I repeat, we're under attack!

Hello, hello,

is anybody out there?

Can anybody hear me?

My name is Laura Hawkins.

I'm a U.S. Air marshal.

Can anybody hear me?

Over.

Now, need backup now!

Now!

[Radio whining, static]

Mayday, mayday,

can anybody hear me?

Over.

[Radio whining, static]

Oh, come on.

Is anybody out there?

Can anybody hear me? Over.

Please respond. Over.

[Radio whining, static]

God damn it...

[shushing]

[Radio whining, static]

Damn it!

Hello, can anybody hear me?

Please respond. Over.

We need help. Over.

Did you guys hear

what was being said?

Like, what was...

what was...

Screaming.

Sounded like a whole lot

of screaming.

What was it?

I don't know.

What the hell was that?

[Click, static]

This is NTSD.

Please respond. Over.

Oh, my God.

Hello, my name is

Laura Hawkins.

I'm a U.S. Air marshal.

Can you hear me?

Over.

[Static]

We've been looking

all over for you.

Where are you? Over.

[All cheering]

We are uncertain of our exact

location at this time.

We had to leave the aircraft.

We are... we are in some sort of...

some sort of town.

Uh, it seems like we're in some

sort of storage facility.

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